It all started when my parents met each other...
My father was born to an Indian couple in India, more precisely in Assam. My mother, on the other hand, was the first born of a Mauritian couple in Russia (my grandparents were studying there at that time). I don't really know the full details of how they actually met and all and here's what I basically know.
My Mom had gone to a university in India to continue her studies and came across my Dad in a party, where it was love at first sight (I'm quite sure of this because once I had asked my Dad about it and he was about to say that "love at first sight" part when my Mom kind of poked him real hard so that he would shut up)
After that they dated and I guess they probably did all those things-couples-should-do stuff. Finally, my father asked my grandfather for my mother's hand. They got married in Mauritius and settled down in India.
And, on a beautiful day, more precisely at 2:35 a.m on the 26th September 1997, a little chubby baby girl was born. That was when I opened my eyes for the first time and cried.
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My life as it is
Non-FictionI am many things; a girl, a teenager, a daughter, a niece, a granddaughter, a friend and the list is endless, but I prefer the term human and here's my story.
